Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
devote
One day you walk gracefully in the sky,
Easy, easy, you don't want to stay.
On the other side of the sky, or in the corner of the earth,
Your happiness is unrestrained freedom.
You don't care about the humble ground,
There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.
Ignite his ethereal spirit when crossing the road,
Wake him up and hold you tight.
What he clung to was deep sadness,
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,
Looking forward to, looking forward to your flying back.
Canchun
Yesterday, the peach blossom was inserted obliquely in my bottle.
It is a blossoming smile hanging on the beauty's cheek;
Today they all bowed their heads and changed their faces:
Red and white bodies hung upside down on green stripes.
The wind and rain outside the window reported the fate of last spring.
This voice reminds me in the dark like a death knell:
"So are the flowers in your life bottle.
Changed: gorgeous body, who will collect it? "
Happy snow
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to find my way-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I don't go to lonely streets and feel blue-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes.
Waiting for her visit in the garden-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
Into her gentle heart!
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